Try

What you try to grab, will never reach your hand.

Endless wide…

An ill body will be carried.

A broken soul will be buried in it.

Open scars were filled once, but this feeling were torn apart.

A heart out stone is what’s left.

The still standing pulse doesn’t feel.

The broken mind doesn’t exist.

The white snow is dyed red from bloody tears.

Stars fall down, where the moon is rising.

The sun is going pale by his beauty.

Stars fall down, pick up your wishes

which will be destroyed before your eyes.

Your reality is pure delusion.

Only there the world is moving  around you.

The lost hope is showing on your face.

What you try to grab, will never reach your hand.

Endless wide…

social unrecognized is your existence.

Far away is reaching your mind,

nobody is handing a protective hand.

Rin Yamashita   _〆(。。)

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